|We had a deaf sister visit from St.Louis about a month ago to "spy out the land." She, some friends, and Shelina and I went out to a local restaurant before she left. From left: me, Shelina (from Masaya Sign Language and roommate extraordinaire), Kelly (from San Marcos Sign Language), and Marquita (the deaf sister).|
|Here I am trying to informal witness on a local bus. I say "trying" because I stink at informal witnessing...it makes me soooo nervous!!!!|
I know you guys love service anecdotes, so here's a funny one for you. A few weeks ago, I was working territory Saturday morning and preached to a very friendly older gentleman named Cesar. Everything was going well, and then suddenly, he started saying all these words that seemed to have nothing to do with the conversation...I soon realized he was quoting something. When he finished, he revealed he was a poet and had penned said poem years ago. He really took to me and said he was going to write a poem for me, and I could hear it on my next visit.
Needless to say, I felt pretty fancy after that visit. Yes, he might've been 80 but I was like, "Yep! That's right! Stiiiiiilllll got it!" So I rejoined the service group and recounted the story humbly stating how my beauty has inspired poetry. A 16-year-old brother in my group, Oliver, responded with, "Hmmm. He must be old AND blind." Waaa waa waaaaaaaa.